Freewrite cypher PT.4

Immaculate rhymer, word synthesizer
I sized you up, you just a hoe sympathizer
I only poly with men who wiser
Rockin’ new attire, doubling whatever you acquire
I’m hustling to see my whole crew retire
Somewhere where the ocean’s blue with scuba divers
They say ain’t nothing better than new vagina
And if you don’t believe that, well, you’s a liar
Except me, who been a fiend for dinero
Since six years old, hustlers drilled it into my earhole
Cats claiming they sick but it’s a mere cold
They won’t dare roll, when I fire that thing with air holes
They run like toddlers with the snotty nose
Too scary to return any of the body blows
I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you all the shots the shotty holds
I could give a fuck about ya sloppy flows

Watch me ease in with malfeasance, you're all in agreement
Each bar I got hits harder than cement
I bring no appeasement; Chaos is the order of the day
Members of teams get dismembered, ambulances haulin' them away
My foray's to portray what happens down dark hallways
Critics are all gay, visions displayed in 4K
On the mic quite temperamental like that boi Wale
In every fight the crowd chants "Scope bomaye!"
The apex predator, ten steps ahead of ya
Got a chick that fucks like a rabbit, first name Jessica
In the club she the type bat her eyes to pressure ya
Back at the telly, her goons up at ya room door pressing ya
Critics could analyze my game, I do no frontin'
Quick to bark on a hater in his face like Joe Budden
Rap tyrant, I run circles around these clowns
Fresh to death as a toddler while these cats rocked hand-me-downs...

Ain't nothing realer, so I don't even feel ya
Squaring up, I took shots to the kidney like tequila
Spittin' blood and phlegm, yellin', "Fuck all of them!"
Cuz life's like swimming alone at night, you either sink or swim
I hit the gym, getting my body on swoll
Cuz the game's a wild jungle, like a Jumanji dice roll
Nice clothes grace my body, energized by the city
Think swiftly, for cats trying to do me shitty
They hate by committee, rotten in their left titty
Cuz the way they shoot is wack like a flick by Alan Smithee
I shoot like Guy Ritchie, guns be blazin'
My lungs be cravin', good smoke...
Ain't no joke how I used to be purple hazin'
Visualize the Matrix, I'm the glitch or disruption
Trying to process my data? Might catch a concussion...!

Are these lyrical gems from the spiritual realm?
Forget it, my friend, bullshit you spittin' will end
Still ill with the pen, but nice with the keyboard
Over the whole rap game I'm about to leapfrog
With the mind of Steve Jobs, I transmogrify rhymes
Into data, uploaded to crash ya internet time
A medley of deadly verbal weaponry that's hella scary
What others are spittin's elementary plus secondary
Cats out here catchin' feelings like it's the 14th of February
24/7 around the clock, my time is military
Scroll scripter, since a pre-teen I could hold liquor
Flow sicker to control vicars to slow doe hiccups
Body swoll 'n ripped up, tellin' ya girl lick nuts
Got sick sluts that sniff dust but never get zipped up
Catch me in ya division eviscerating competition
Witnesses are deaf, dumb and blind...no description...!

It's the 1st of the month as I'm smoking this blunt
The game ain't nothing but a purposeless front
Look at the watch, my sneakers? Lacing 'em up
Used to dream of dollar bills since a snotty-nosed runt
Simple from the jump but sinful with the pump
My chick's ass is so fat I could have dinner on her rump
My rep been solidified, could never be no punk
Cats even scared to tax me when I'm playing cee-lo drunk
Like, 4-5-6, I got all mind tricks for a dime bitch
Blessed mine with a choker so fine, she gon' need the Heimlich
Ain't a word ever created that I can't rhyme with
Lines designed to leave the insides of ya mind ripped!
I see sign language in ya'll futures cuz most of ya'll not nice shooters
I roll with heavy weight cats, I call 'em Kelly Price movers
You should see how the glamour life and jewels with ice do us
I wonder, do we go through the money or does the money go through us?

Already exceeded expectations, that's why they still hatin'
Praying for my downfall, ya'll...mu'fucka I'm still waitin'!
Lately, feels like enemies surrounding me
Hounding me down in this concrete jungle, but I don't stumble
Bringing trouble, to all those delusional enough to combat my flows
So they all appear dethroned once we're juxtaposed
I don't fuck with hoes...
I fuck with chicks that's fine with intelligence focused on finances
Ya'll gon' have to learn sign language taking crime chances...
Against me...Where ya mind peaks mine dances!
I'm like the last of the Mohicans, chewing ya'll like pecans from my palm
Burning down ya village with napalm
Stay calm and carry on, or get turned into carrion
Don't get chopped 'n stuffed in duffel bags, as my carry-ons...!
Since the rap game ridiculous, I spit shit ubiquitous
My team clocking dollars on the come up...you should get with us...!

Fuck a lyrical presence, I spit instead with a biblical essence
Ya got dissect each jewel that's hid in the sentence
I murder a mic and never beg for repentence
Ya'll mentions, stone cold on each media platform
Because I spit that Dylan while ya'll rap warm
Not a bitch that I cheated on didn't act scorned
Each chick an up-and-cummer in every new black porn
I'll make sure ya torn, from the pages of history
Last thought in ya brain, "Will anybody be missing me?"
To ya whole art I'm a Philistine, ya'll as strong as Listerine
I'm stronger than strychnine mixed with 100 proof as it hits the spleen!
Bust the tool to take ya top off like Mr. Clean
Verbal warrior, it's obvious, soaring above ya, no paranoia
I'm hungrier and not warning ya, as I approach
An animal, creeping to direct my attack to throats
As I paint the town red, don't make me splash ya coat....!

12:05pm, it's in the afternoon,../
i'm a advid rap buffoon, leaving rappers in cocoons,..//
your loss is coming soon, 'cause you seem like you can't get your head right/
i'm like a lead-mite,.. steadily, crushing your dead-hype//
most in l.a. say nocando's the king dumbfoundead 2nd verBS 3rd/
well i don't follow behind those niggas,.. i'm not your typical herb//
rap-nerd, but i'm not 'nerdcore',.. grew up dirt poor/
buying 'lemonheads' out of the liquor store//
i know you prolly figured more,.. and tried to bring it to a reality/
pay me a salary,.. instead of trying to battle me,..//
this is all usual,.. something that's been happening since i joined the site/
fuck napolean and dolemite,.. i'm more concerned with entering the afterlife//
and i'm not talking project blowed or any of that bull crap/
you don't have to go to leimert park,.. to learn how to spit rap's//
all that ill fact,.. is provided to you by those typical cat's/
that lack biblical facts, dialect,.. and anything you hear across of sick tracks//
you cats should really kick back,.. and try to stop getting people to buy your album/
just do your thing sit back, chill and turn up all the volume,..//
it's kit kennedy, simply giving you injuries/
smoking like a chimney with sick raps at you lyrically//
candlelight visually,.. to all the dead that has passed/
you wack rappers are nothing but dead fossils like vehicle gas//
kit's ahead of the class leaving the training room last,../
then, i'm outta my home fast, enough to cause a whiplash//
your bitch ass ain't did nothing but provide prejudice/
based on the simple fact that you can't lyrically get ahead of this//
how jealous it's,.. an embealous diss/
throughout your testaments,..//

Once the...thought's embedded, you might become beheaded
You'll regret it, on my warpath, you shouldn't tread it
The metal bangs like rails getting shredded
You'll be left for dead like a bad link on Redditt
The Living Lazer, shooting, booted in a blazer
At 6 was put in the psych ward for bad behavior
Crazier, than the patterns of Mother Nature
Punchline after punchline, like the brother Nature
I ride on my enemies, get high with celebrities
Wash dollars in undisclosed spots through secret entities
Haters go to bed at night, dreaming they put an end to me
I'll lay 'em down, brains out like a Kennedy
Peep the wisdom, he is risen, to disrupt the system
A violently peaceful man...what a juxtaposition
Trying to put my people in a position, where wealth is acquired
So me spittin' is revenge for everything denies us...!

Officer, please fall back stop reaching for my sack it's sublime
He didn't even find the crack, in my crack, crack kills its a crime
My snakes slither through the hood dripping slime, boyz in the hood
I'm fine, just need some time to unwind, get my mind off of crime
All good when i make a killing this inner voice sending chills down my spine
I know big bro is watching the peasants our past and present
I'm one of you, me and you should cop a gun or two, fuck a cop bleep one or two
Censored myself not cause i'm selfish but the laws won't hesitate to put paws on this hellfish
Ha, kind of cartoonish, i don't know if you get it but if you get it don't ping M'kay? i'm foolish
My team ghoulish, creatures surf through my backyard, apocalypse now
Pull up, park, pop in clips now, shoot don't stop until the enemy has parkinsons....
The... darkness is where i reside as a youngin' i drowned i'm here and i'm proud